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Oct 2018 · 146
be your own knight
silver poet Oct 2018
she once held a blade against her wrist
as she thought she didn’t deserve to exist

ready to splatter blood of red
the thought stuck in her head

she cried inside
as she lied

to her mother
about her lover

the lover who beat her every night
and she covered the wounds by daylight

but one day she found her knight
who gave her wings and might

gave flight to her wings
made her one of the kings

who brought her strength to raise her voice
she learned again how to rejoice

the knight was there for her every night
and every time she would see the mirror,
she would see the knight,
cause the knight was her
As a 13 yr old, most of my friends don't really understand this poem. I wanted to share hoping someone else could.

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